Need You Wild 4/12
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"I'm going to watch TV now," Ryan announces when they get into the cabin, putting their leftovers away. "Very loudly. So if certain other people wanted to do something loudly, they could go ahead and do that."
"Yeah, TV, that sounds awesome!" Brendon says, following Ryan into the living room. Spencer follows slowly after Brendon to the love seat, resisting the urge to pull Brendon aside and ask him what the actual fuck is wrong with him. Possibly Spencer is more impatient than he is nervous. Brendon flops down on the couch, looking up at Spencer with a grin as Ryan flips through channels, and if Spencer didn't know any better he'd guess Brendon was doing this intentionally. But actually, knowing Brendon, it probably is intentional. Fucker.
"We're watching America's Next Top Model. And there's, like, nine girls left. So it's going to be a while," Ryan says pointedly.
"Right, I'm going to need beer for this," Jon says, getting up to go back to the kitchen. Brendon settles into Spencer's side after he sits down, leaning his head on Spencer's shoulder. Spencer's almost taken aback by the smell of Brendon's arousal when it hits him. Brendon is really turned on, his cheek warm through Spencer's sleeve. Spencer's been hard all day, which is nothing new lately, but he's been hard with a purpose this time, and that purpose was sex. Not modeling reality shows. Besides, he's already seen this entire cycle and he's still pissed that Bree didn't win, so he doesn't want to sit through this again when he could be having sex. Like, right now. With Brendon.
"Hey," Spencer says quietly once the girls start screaming over a challenge win. "What's up with this?"
"Kyle won the challenge so she gets to take two friends with her to the spa," Brendon says, his eyes glued to the screen.
"That's not what I-- oh, fuck this," Spencer says, standing up. "I'm going to bed," he adds, looking at Brendon. "So that's where I'll be."
"That was seriously subtle, Spencer," Ryan calls up the stairs after him. "I don't know if Brendon's going to be able to crack your devious code!"
"I'm going to crack your face," Spencer can hear Brendon say as he closes the door to their bedroom and slumps back against it. Seriously, Brendon is insane. And possibly a sadist.
There's a tentative knock and Spencer steps back, opening the door for Brendon.
"Hi," Brendon says, grinning sheepishly and smelling no less turned on than before. "I figured it out. I thought I was being inconspicuous. I had a plan."
"Ryan was giving us an out, idiot," Spencer replies, reaching forward to pull Brendon into the room. He leans down and kisses Brendon slowly, and any nervousness seems to get pushed aside as Brendon opens his mouth and kisses back, hard, his body straining up toward Spencer's.
"We have a bed," Spencer says between kisses, but he's finding it more and more difficult to pull away from Brendon, to not chase his lips and kiss him again. "We both have beds. We should--"
"We should shut the door first," Brendon says, laughing a little as he pulls back. "And let's use your bed. The headboard will work better."
"Better for--" Spencer cuts himself off when he realizes, and then, to his horror, he starts blushing. "Oh, right."
"That still the plan?" Brendon asks, walking back to Spencer once he's shut the door.
"Yeah," Spencer says, too quickly. "Totally the plan. I'm all about the plan."
Brendon laughs and goes up on his tiptoes, kissing Spencer just long enough for Spencer to press into it before pulling away. "So when are we doing this?"
"Now," Spencer says vehemently, trying to follow Brendon's mouth.
"I meant the tying you up part," Brendon says, rummaging around under his bed. His ass looks spectacular, so Spencer grabs it, and that is not his fault. Brendon squeaks and goes off balance for a second before straightening back up holding rope.
"You have rope under your bed?" Spencer asks.
"I stole it from the shed," Brendon says, shrugging. "Don't worry, it's coated, so it won't be super abrasive. I did some research."
"Yeah?" Spencer asks, moving forward and taking the rope out of Brendon's hands.
"Yeah," Brendon breathes against his mouth. "I am totally prepared."
"After," Spencer says, breathing in deep and tossing the rope on the nightstand. "We tie me up after you're very, very naked and I have touched you a lot."
Brendon laughs, bright and pleased, and tugs at the front of Spencer's shirt, pulling him down onto the bed. "I can work with that," he says as he pulls off his t-shirt. "That sounds like a plan."
"Yeah," Spencer agrees, but he's not even remotely paying attention anymore. Brendon's shirtless and reaching for his jeans, and Spencer smacks his hands away, undoing the zipper for him and dragging the jeans down Brendon's legs.
There's just so much skin. The smell is even stronger like this and Spencer's dizzy with it, already leaning down to suck at Brendon's hip when Brendon laughs, pushing at Spencer's head.
"Nuh uh, not yet. You're still wearing way too much, in case you forgot."
"But this is important," Spencer almost whines, grabbing at Brendon's hips and trying to pull him close. Brendon laughs again, surging forward to kiss Spencer, his teeth catching at Spencer's bottom lip and then his tongue licking over it soothingly, apologetically.
"Oh my god, I'm going to die," Spencer groans as he peels off his shirt, then his own pants. Brendon watches him the whole time, his eyes a little darker than before.
"You're not going to die, Spencer." Brendon scoots forward after Spencer has kicked off his pants, both of them still in their underwear. He reaches forward and touches the back of Spencer's head, pulling his face close, down near Brendon's. "You can't die, because then there will be no one to fuck me, and that would seriously suck."
"It would be a serious fucking shame," Spencer says, talking against Brendon's lips and reaching down to grab at Brendon's ass, cupping him through his briefs.
"Mmhmm," Brendon agrees, and then he's surging forward, kissing Spencer so hard their teeth clack together. Spencer pulls him in closer immediately, turning on his back and pulling Brendon on top of him, tilting his head back so he can kiss Brendon more deeply. Brendon makes a small noise in the back of his throat and presses closer, burying his hands in Spencer's hair. Brendon tries to hold his weight up on his elbows, but Spencer pushes at his back, pulls him down until he's fully on top of Spencer, pressing him into the mattress. He likes being able to feel Brendon, warm and everywhere, skin against skin.
Brendon is kissing him desperately, making little noises low in his throat that go straight to Spencer's cock. It doesn't help that he starts wiggling his hips down, seeking friction for his own cock.
"Fuck, Brendon," Spencer breathes out, holding Brendon tighter to his body, his hands skimming back down over Brendon's ass.
"Yes, excellent plan," Brendon replies, moaning into Spencer's mouth, kissing hard enough to bruise. Spencer slides his hand up and tugs lightly at Brendon's hair, waiting until he eases up to lick over Brendon's lips, kissing him softly, tasting. He can feel the tension under Brendon's skin like he's buzzing with it, can smell how close Brendon's getting just from working his hips against Spencer's. Once Spencer smells pre-come in the air, he has to pull back from Brendon's mouth, gasping and rolling over to switch their positions.
"Wha?" Brendon says, blinking up at Spencer in confusion, his eyes still all dark and hungry. "What are--"
"Hold still, Brendon," Spencer says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out too rough. He expects Brendon to say something, or at least keep wiggling, but instead Brendon relaxes underneath Spencer.
Spencer takes a deep breath (which doesn't actually help much, with the way Brendon's arousal is still thick in the air) and tucks his nose into Brendon's neck, nuzzling a little before he opens his mouth.
The second Spencer's tongue touches Brendon's skin, Brendon starts squirming, a whine escaping his throat. Spencer touches the inside of Brendon's wrist.
"I mean it, keep still."
"But I'm--"
"Horny as fuck, yeah, I got that," Spencer breathes out against Brendon's neck, his lips skimming down over Brendon's throat. Brendon makes a tiny noise of distress but then he's quiet and still underneath Spencer, only shivering or straining up a little when Spencer sucks particularly hard at Brendon's skin.
Now that Spencer has Brendon spread out underneath him like this - now that Spencer's allowed - he takes his time trailing his lips down the hollow of Brendon's throat, where the skin is already a little saltier and damp with sweat, where his pulse is beating fast under his skin. Spencer touches Brendon's wrists softly and brings them up above his head, liking the way it makes Brendon shudder and makes a fresh wave of arousal pour off him.
Spencer kisses down Brendon's chest, stopping to suck at both of Brendon's nipples until they're wet, hard points and Brendon is breathing loudly through his nose, trying to keep still, his arms still above his head. Spencer continues down to Brendon's stomach, where his muscles jump so easily with each breath he takes, and Spencer looks up to catch Brendon's eye when he sucks hickeys onto Brendon's hips.
"Weirdest fixation ever," Brendon gasps as he squirms beneath Spencer, his hips arching in time with the way Spencer sucks on his skin.
"I can see you're complaining," Spencer says, moving a hand to rest low on Brendon's belly, his fingertips barely brushing the head of Brendon's cock.
Brendon gasps and twists his hips harder, trying to press up into Spencer's hand, and Spencer grins and swats at Brendon's hip. "Not done yet," he says, because he's not. There's still way too much of Brendon he hasn't tasted, and just in case he fucks this up in a major way, he is not going to blow his chance. Brendon groans but goes still when Spencer squeezes at his hips before trailing his mouth down the soft skin of Brendon's thighs. He nuzzles into the crease of Brendon's thigh before going lower, sucking marks into the tender skin on the inside of his thighs. Brendon's skin bruises even more easily here than it does on his hips, and Spencer growls low in his throat when he pulls back and looks at the red marks already forming on Brendon's skin.
Brendon's hips buck up at the noise, and he reaches a hand down to grab at Spencer's hair, tugging. "Spence," he says, a whine in his voice. "Come on, please, you have no idea how good that feels."
"Yes I do," Spencer says darkly, lifting his head so he can meet Brendon's eyes. "Because I can smell how good it feels, how much you want it. Fuck, you can't even imagine," he groans, dropping his head to kiss at Brendon's cock through his briefs, mouthing at it for a second just to feel Brendon squirm. He can't hold out for long, though, not this close to Brendon's cock and the smell of pre-come, and he fits his mouth over the head of Brendon's cock through his underwear and sucks, licking at the fabric to get at the taste of him.
"Shit," Brendon yelps, bringing his other hand down and holding onto Spencer's hair, tight, while his hips jerk up. "Spencer, please, I can't--"
"I know," Spencer says, pulling back with a groan and dropping his head to Brendon's hip. Brendon is seriously close to coming. Spencer knows it, but he lets himself suck at the fabric of Brendon's underwear one last time before he drops his head back down, kissing down Brendon's thigh.
"I didn't mean to stop, oh my god," Brendon groans, letting go of Spencer's hair so he can keep trailing his mouth down. Spencer just shrugs between Brendon's legs and kisses at the back of his knee, licking at the sweat gathered there. Brendon's smell is strong there, fixated like it is at his neck and his throat, and Spencer breathes in deep, catching himself right before he scrapes his teeth across the soft skin. No biting. Teeth are bad. Werewolf.
He tries to keep it in his head as he kisses down Brendon's calf and at the bone of his ankle, even though he wants to nip at the bottoms of Brendon's feet and watch him squirm.
"Spencer," Brendon says desperately. "Spencer, look, those are my feet. There's nowhere else to go. You're done."
Spencer grins at him, kissing at Brendon's toes mostly just to be a dick, but he doesn't miss the way Brendon gasps and squirms. "Noted," he says, sitting back on his knees. "Now take off your underwear."
Brendon nearly kicks Spencer in the face in his rush to wiggle out of his briefs, and when he manages to get them off, Spencer's pretty sure he knocks over the lamp when he flings them blindly across the room. Spencer can hear the TV volume go up a notch or two.
"Okay, okay," Brendon says, panting a little as he lies back down on the pillows. "Spencer, I'm naked now."
"I know," Spencer says, staring at Brendon's cock completely unashamedly. "Now turn over."
"I-- what? No," Brendon says, confused. "No, but it's time for sex. I took off my underwear."
"Turn over," Spencer says again, and he's not asking this time. He takes a second to rein himself in as Brendon turns over with a huff, falling down spread-eagle. Spencer doesn't give him much time to adjust, pressing himself along Brendon's back and groaning into the nape of his neck when Spencer's cock brushes over the curve of Brendon's ass.
Spencer presses his weight down on Brendon carefully - just enough to hold him down so he can't squirm, but not enough to crush him - and then proceeds to take a ridiculously long time mouthing at the back of Brendon's neck and behind his ears. He has to resist the urge to bite down on the muscle in Brendon's shoulder, so he compensates by letting his teeth scrape gently across Brendon's spine as he licks a line down Brendon's back. Brendon's covered in sweat now, and Spencer can't even think about how gross this should be as he laps at the small of Brendon's back, sucking the skin there into his mouth and holding Brendon's hips to the bed.
Spencer gets kind of distracted tracing the dimples right above Brendon's ass with his tongue, and it's not until Brendon lets out a noise that sounds more like a sob than a groan that Spencer snaps out of it. Brendon is all he can smell, all he can taste, and Spencer presses his cock down into the mattress, trying to hold back. He doesn't want to come until he's inside Brendon, even if he can go more than once. It seems stupidly wasteful, and Spencer's so distracted by Brendon's smell, his taste, that he's a little surprised when Brendon lets out a low, guttural noise when Spencer spreads him open and licks over his hole.
"Spencer," Brendon gasps, his entire body going rigid. "Spencer, what are-- you don't have to do that, what are you doing?"
Spencer can feel how tense Brendon is under his hands, and he rubs at the small of Brendon's back with his thumbs. "Want to," Spencer says, taking in the way Brendon shivers when his breath brushes over Brendon's wet skin, where Spencer's still holding him open.
"No, but," Brendon says, trying to shift his hips forward and shift his ass away from Spencer. "I've never, no one's--"
"Oh," Spencer says, a flare of possession twisting in his gut. It's making him stupidly hot that no one's ever done this to Brendon before, that this is his. He leans back down and licks at Brendon again, soft and teasing, until Brendon starts to relax under his hands, starts to push back against his mouth. Spencer licks harder, long stripes up over Brendon's hole, and Brendon chokes back a moan, spreading his legs open wider underneath Spencer, still pressing back.
"Please," Brendon whines, and it makes the heat course through Spencer, makes the air around them thick and heavy with Brendon's arousal. Spencer was mostly hoping Brendon wouldn't freak out, but now as he starts to press his tongue inside, just the tip, Brendon's not hiding how much he's into this. Spencer uses his hands to hold Brendon open instead of rubbing at his back, and Brendon whines louder, working his ass back on Spencer's tongue, trying to take him deeper already. Spencer pulls back to swallow and then surges forward to lick harder, curling his tongue and pressing it in as deep as it'll go. Brendon's so tight, but he gasps out and arches, his hands clawing at the sheets at the pressure of Spencer's tongue inside.
Spencer wants to keep licking, letting his teeth scrape over the curve of Brendon's ass for a second before turning his attention back to licking Brendon open, but also. Fuck, Brendon is about ten seconds away from coming.
"Holy shit," Spencer groans when he pulls back, reaching down to squeeze hard at the base of Brendon's cock. Brendon cries out, almost shaking when Spencer kisses the back of Brendon's thigh and sits back up.
"Sorry, sorry," he says, panting a little. "I got carried away."
"I-- you-- yeah," Brendon says, twisting around so he can stare at Spencer. "Please tell me it's time for sex," Brendon says, and Spencer can't help but lean down and lick at the head of Brendon's cock, gathering the pre-come on his tongue. "Spencer," Brendon whines, his hands clenching in the sheets.
"Shit, shit, sorry," Spencer says. "You should probably tie me up. Like, now."
"Yeah," Brendon says, scrambling off the bed and grabbing for the rope. "I can absolutely do that, get comfortable on the pillows."
Spencer settles in, sticking a pillow behind his head and his back, and then he uses his time to stare at Brendon as he unravels the rope, making a complicated-looking loop. Brendon's still flushed, his eyes big and dark, and his cock is so flushed and swollen Spencer can almost taste it. He has to grab onto the headboard to keep himself from getting up and dropping to his knees in front of Brendon. Fuck, even if Brendon came now, came in his mouth, Spencer's sure he could fuck Brendon long enough to get him hard again. He's about to suggest it when Brendon walks over and straddles his chest, leaning up to slip the loops at either end of the rope around Spencer's hands. Brendon's cock is right there, wet and bobbing in front of his face, and Spencer strains forward until he pulls Brendon off balance trying to get a taste.
"Spencer," Brendon says. "At least pretend you couldn't break out of these. I don't even have them tied yet."
"Fuck, yeah, sorry," Spencer gasps, dropping his head to the pillow and breathing as shallowly as he can until Brendon moves back. Spencer tugs a little, and the ropes are knotted pretty securely, looped around the posts of the headboard. Spencer feels like it would at least take some effort to get free, and it does help to calm him down a little. He feels open like this, and less in control.
"You did good," Spencer says. "Where'd you learn this?"
"Mostly boy scouts," Brendon says with a grin. "But also I watched a very helpful video on YouTube."
Spencer grins, and Brendon starts to laugh. Spencer can't take his eyes off of Brendon, the lean lines of his body, the curves of his hips, the way his mouth stretches open bright and wide when he laughs. He's staring, and Brendon must feel it, trailing off and starting to blush and shuffle his feet next to the bed.
"So," Brendon says after a second. "Should I just..."
"Get the lube and face me," Spencer says immediately. "I want to watch."
"I-- okay," Brendon says, hurrying across the room to his nightstand and coming back with the lube clutched in slightly shaky hands. He hesitates near the bed and Spencer tugs at the ropes, wanting to reach out for him.
"By my feet, Brendon," Spencer says, keeping his voice even. Brendon crawls onto the bed and turns his back toward Spencer, spreading his legs a little and reaching to uncap the lube. And as much as Spencer is really, really appreciating the view, he stops him, says, "No, turn around. Face me, Brendon. I want to see."
When Brendon turns toward Spencer he's blushing, but he settles himself between Spencer's spread legs and leans back against the foot of the bed. Brendon spreads his own legs over Spencer's, and Spencer takes in the view as Brendon tilts his hips up. "This would have been easier the other way," Brendon says, blushing as he reaches for the lube.
"I like seeing your face," Spencer says, trying to shrug and wincing when his shoulders pull.
"I feel ridiculous," Brendon says, reaching down between his legs when his fingers are covered in lube. "You're not allowed to laugh."
Spencer licks his lips, watching closely as Brendon's fingers rub wet circles around his rim before he starts to push two of them inside at once. "Brendon. Brendon, shit, I'm not going to laugh," Spencer whines, his fingers itching with the need to grab at Brendon's ankles, to touch some part of him.
Brendon's eyes slip shut for a few seconds as he's pressing his fingers in. He spreads his legs wider over Spencer's calves and tilts his hips up higher, his fingers sinking a little deeper. His face is all scrunched up in concentration and even with the lube and Spencer's tongue, Brendon still looks so tight where he's stretched around his fingers. Spencer engages his werewolf brain for a second and almost growls just thinking about it, about burying himself as deep into Brendon as he can and just staying there, feeling Brendon squeeze around him.
Brendon starts to work his fingers in and out, his hips moving with them, and he adds a little more lube before he tucks in a third finger, groaning low in his throat.
Spencer whines, he can't help it, and Brendon looks up at Spencer, his eyes dark and wide as he works the three fingers inside himself.
"Sorry, it's been a while," Brendon says sheepishly, wiggling his fingers in even deeper, and Spencer thinks he could probably come right now if Brendon just breathed on his cock. Brendon shifts on the bed and groans, throwing his head back and jerking his hips forward against his fingers. Spencer can smell how turned on he is, how his arousal spikes sudden and hard, and then Brendon gasps and stills his hips. "Fuck, fuck," he says desperately. "Spence, can we?"
Which, fucking yes. "Come here," Spencer says, his entire body straining forward toward Brendon. "Come here, come on, fuck."
"Wait," Brendon says, twitching as he pulls his fingers out. "Wait, I forgot a condom, fuck."
"Um," Spencer says. "We could just... not." It's possible that Spencer hadn't even considered it, and he feels a little guilty but mostly desperately hopeful that Brendon will say yes. "I mean," he hurries out, "I'm clean, I got tested right after the werewolf thing."
"Oh," Brendon says, his mouth hanging open a little. "I don't know if-- I mean, I haven't been..." Brendon trails off, blushing, and Spencer kind of wants to die. Spencer knows Brendon's clean. Spencer can taste the hormones in the meat he eats and he knows when the milk's gone bad about three days before any of the rest of them. He can't eat sour cream or yogurt anymore because all he can taste is the bacteria, but he can't just come out and say, "If you had an STD I would know because your come would taste disgusting." It's not exactly polite.
"You're-- I would have known," Spencer says, squeezing his eyes shut. "When I-- I swallowed, and I would have been able to tell," he says awkwardly, desperately hoping that Brendon will get the picture.
"Oh," Brendon says, blushing. "That's--"
"Really weird and kind of gross?" Spencer asks, letting his head fall back against the pillows with a groan. "This was a bad idea. You should untie me so I can go throw myself off a cliff."
"Because that's not an overreaction," Brendon says, rolling his eyes. He pets at Spencer's ankle awkwardly, trailing his fingers over the top of Spencer's foot. Spencer's entire body tenses up just from the light touch, his hips pressing up helplessly into the air.
"Jesus," Brendon says. "It's so-- the way you react to everything, it just makes me want to--"
"Yes," Spencer says, cutting Brendon off. "Yes, Brendon, fuck, please. I want to-- please."
"You didn't even let me say what I wanted to do," Brendon says, grinning, his fingers sliding purposefully over the arch of Spencer's foot while Brendon watches Spencer's face, his eyes going heavy when Spencer twitches and whines, low in his throat.
"Brendon," Spencer groans out. "Now." Brendon nods shakily and scoots up on the bed, settling himself over Spencer's lap. Spencer's cock brushes up against Brendon where he's open and wet, and he groans, gritting his teeth in an effort to keep from thrusting up and trying to get inside. Brendon's looking down at him with dark, intense eyes and Spencer strains against the ropes, his fingers clenching.
"Come here," he says again, straining up against Brendon. "Come here, just--" Brendon gets the message and leans down, opening his mouth over Spencer's and letting Spencer kiss him deep and wet.
Spencer strains against the ropes again, and he's starting to feel them dig in, but he can't bring himself to care. He just wants to be closer. Brendon smells amazing, and his cock is rubbing against Spencer's stomach, spreading pre-come that's only driving Spencer crazier.
Spencer sucks on Brendon's bottom lip, trying to get him closer just by that, and Brendon groans and rolls his hips down, his ass sliding along Spencer's cock. Spencer can't help it - he really, honestly can't - and he groans deep as he comes, his cock jerking behind Brendon, his come dripping down Brendon's ass.
"Fuck," Brendon breathes out against his mouth. "Spencer, fuck, are you-- can we still?" Brendon's still rocking his hips, Spencer's cock sliding against his ass freely now with his come making everything even more slick.
"Yes," Spencer breathes out fervently. He's still hard, and Brendon is right there. Spencer would give anything to have his hands free right now so he could just pick Brendon up and set him down where he wants him. "Brendon, please."
Brendon nods and bites his lip, his eyes trained entirely on Spencer as he reaches back and grabs Spencer's cock, lining him up.
Spencer holds his breath as Brendon slowly starts to sink down, the head of Spencer's cock pressing and pressing until finally it pushes in, sinking in slickly with the help of the lube and come. Brendon goes slow the rest of the way, groaning and grabbing a little at Spencer's chest until Spencer bottoms out.
Spencer finally remembers to breathe when he starts to feel dizzy, because fuck, Brendon's so tight, tight and hot and it's almost too much for him to handle. Brendon's trying to relax, Spencer can tell, but he keeps tensing and squeezing and staying still. Spencer strains up a little, wanting nothing more than to snap his hips up and fuck Brendon. Hard.
"Brendon," Spencer finally grits out, trying very hard not to destroy the headboard in an effort to get the use of his hands back. "Brendon, fuck."
"Yeah, shit, no kidding," Brendon gasps out, tilting his head forward and bracing his hands on Spencer's chest as he starts to work himself up and down, his breath hitching every time he sinks back down fully onto Spencer's cock. He eventually picks up a rhythm, and Spencer's grateful even if he still wants to hold Brendon down and thrust into him hard.
Brendon starts fucking himself on Spencer's cock faster, dropping his hips down, and it's good, it's so good. He stops and starts clenching around Spencer's cock where it's pressed inside, just sort of rocking back and forth in Spencer's lap, grinding his hips down. He looks so hot, moving in Spencer's lap like that, but it's just a tease of what Spencer really wants, what Spencer's been waiting for.
"Brendon, Brendon, fuck," Spencer whines, watching as Brendon reaches down to touch his own cock, and his arousal just spikes. Spencer thinks briefly that he's going to die like this, but at least he appreciates what an awesome death it will be.
Spencer strains against the ropes, desperate to touch, and only stops when he hears the headboard actually creak a little. Ryan will kill him if they lose the security deposit, and oh god, now is not the time to be thinking about Ryan. Spencer chokes out a laugh and then Brendon leans forward and kisses Spencer sudden and desperate, panting into his mouth as he works his hips slowly, Spencer's cock dragging inside of him.
"Brendon," Spencer says hopefully.
"I can't--" Brendon gasps, stilling in Spencer's lap and just clenching around him again. "I can't even--" Brendon's thighs are shaking and his eyes are a little glassy.
"Brendon," Spencer groans, arching up as hard as he can and still only managing to press a little deeper inside. "Brendon, I'm good," he says, frantic. "I'm good, can we untie me? I can do it, I swear I can," he babbles, clenching his fists so hard his hands are starting to ache.
"Are you sure?" Brendon asks. "It is going to be a total bonerkill if you murder me."
"I promise," Spencer says. "I swear I will not kill you." And it's true - all Spencer can think about is having Brendon, fucking him, but there's no aggression behind it. Spencer knows he's capable of being dangerous, of being too rough, but he also knows he cares about Brendon too much to lose control right now.
"Well, now that that's settled," Brendon gasps, leaning forward and trying to undo the knots in the rope without moving off of Spencer's cock. Spencer's pretty impressed when he manages, but he's mostly concerned with getting his hands on Brendon.
"C'mere, come here," Spencer says, pulling Brendon down on top him and immediately planting his feet on the bed so he can thrust up.
"Oh, fuck," Brendon says, dropping his head to Spencer's chest and clutching at his shoulders. "That is a good idea, right there."
"Yes, yes," Spencer babbles, his hands sliding down to hold tightly to Brendon's hips, helping to keep him still as Spencer snaps his hips up.
"Spencer," Brendon gasps out, his moans almost drowning out the sound of Spencer's hips slapping up against Brendon every time he thrusts. "Shit, please, I can't--"
"I know, I know." And fuck, does Spencer know. Brendon's arousal is pouring off him in waves, he's so close.
Spencer's reaching for Brendon's cock to jerk him off when Brendon whines desperately and bites down on Spencer's shoulder. Spencer snaps his hips up with a surprised groan as he comes, hard and sudden, buried deep inside Brendon.
"Spencer," Brendon moans into Spencer's shoulder, slowly working his hips back and grinding himself on Spencer's cock. It feels like too much but still not enough, the friction on his cock while he's still coming down from his orgasm. "Holy shit, I can feel it."
"C'mon, c'mon," Spencer growls, his whole body still loose and buzzing from his orgasm as he snaps his hips up, his cock still hard as he fucks Brendon, the slide made slicker from his own come. He gets his hand around Brendon's cock, and Brendon doesn't last much longer after that.
Brendon bites at Spencer's shoulder again when he comes, moaning and pushing back hard onto Spencer's cock. The flare of pain and the smell of Brendon as he comes over Spencer's hand is almost enough for Spencer to come again, but he holds off. He's too focused on Brendon now, on the way Brendon's body shakes as he comes and the way he starts to whimper from Spencer's hand still on his cock.
Spencer lets go of Brendon's cock and doesn't think about it before he's bringing his hand up to his face, sucking his fingers into his mouth and tasting Brendon's come. He doesn't even worry about going too far, that Brendon may find it kind of gross. All Spencer can think about is getting another taste of Brendon.
"Spencer. Spencer, fuck," Brendon says, his voice rough, and Spencer opens his eyes to find Brendon staring at him.
"Um. Sorry," Spencer tries, but Brendon's already leaning down and kissing Spencer hard on the mouth, his tongue pressing at Spencer's lips. It's so filthy that Spencer can't help the soft, growling noise he makes low in his throat, or the way he reaches down while they're kissing to rub where his cock is still pressed deep inside Brendon. Brendon clenches down automatically and kisses harder, his teeth catching at Spencer's bottom lip. Spencer keeps touching at Brendon as they kiss, petting at him and trying not to start thrusting up again when he feels his own come sliding down his cock. Brendon starts to whimper a little then, his hips twitching away, and Spencer pulls his hand away reluctantly, sucking his fingers back into his mouth before reaching out and petting at Brendon's hair.
"Sorry," he says.
"No, it's just-- a lot," Brendon says, his voice strained. "You're still hard and it's--" Brendon sounds overwhelmed, his eyes wide, and Spencer pulls him close and carefully turns them over. He holds Brendon to his body until he can lay him down against the pillows and pull out slowly. Brendon grunts a little when Spencer slips out, and Spencer really doesn't mean to, but his fingers go immediately back to Brendon's hole, touching over him lightly where he's still open and wet with Spencer's come.
Spencer can smell them in the air - Brendon's come, and his, and the way his come smells inside of Brendon - and before he even realizes what he's doing, he bends down and licks over Brendon, pressing his tongue inside of Brendon, chasing the taste.
"Oh my god," Brendon groans, grabbing a handful of Spencer's hair and pulling his head up. "Fuck, no more. I can't. I'm happy for you and your perma-boner and all, and I plan to take full advantage of it, but oh my god, Spencer."
Spencer pulls away reluctantly and presses in against Brendon's side, burrowing down until he's got Brendon wrapped up in his arms and legs, his nose pressed behind Brendon's ear. "See?" Brendon says sleepily, "You didn't kill me. But now you're going to have to carry me to the shower."
"No," Spencer says, pulling Brendon even closer. "No showers. You smell so good."
"I smell like jizz and sweat, Spencer," Brendon says, squirming around a little until he's settled in more comfortably against Spencer.
"I know," Spencer says, breathing in deep. "It's awesome."
Brendon laughs, but Spencer can tell he's almost out, his breathing evening out and his heart rate slowing down as he drops a kiss on top of Spencer's hand. His ass is pressed into Spencer's lap and Spencer makes a very deliberate effort not to move his hips at all. "Don't," Brendon says. "Go to sleep, Spencer. We can have more sex in the morning."
Spencer grins and kisses behind Brendon's ear, reaching down for the sheet that's twisted up at the end of the bed and pulling it up over them, because that sounds like a plan.
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Waking up pressed all along Brendon, the smell of his come still on Brendon's skin, is pretty much the only way Spencer wants to wake up ever again. The good morning blowjobs don't hurt, either. Brendon eventually makes Spencer let go of his cock and go downstairs for food, and even though he threatens showers after they eat, Spencer's pretty sure he can convince Brendon to go for at least one more round before he actually follows through on it.
Spencer bounds down the stairs, trying to figure out the quickest thing he can bring back up to Brendon, but he stops short when he gets to the living room. Ryan is passed out face-down on the couch, snoring softly, and Jon is sitting bleary-eyed in the hideous plaid recliner, staring at the TV, surrounded by empty beer bottles.
"'Sup, Spence," he says, waving a hand at Spencer distractedly. "I'm pretty sure Nik has it in the bag."
"That's... nice," Spencer says. "Did you get any sleep, buddy?"
"No, no, it's cool, though. We're down to the final two," Jon says, his eyes glued to the screen. "But only one can be America's Next Top Model."
"Right," Spencer says, backing away slowly to the kitchen. "Well, good luck, dude."
Spencer is sorely tempted to stay in the kitchen and cook himself a pack of bacon, but he's pretty sure that if he brings Brendon Eggos, he'll totally get laid again. Spencer sticks four of them into the toaster and eats Ryan's leftover tacos cold while he waits. The whole werewolf thing has definitely made for some interesting food choices lately, and Spencer's seriously considering dipping the last taco in butter when Brendon's waffles pop up. Spencer shoves the rest of the taco into his mouth while he smears the waffles in butter the way Brendon likes and uses the last of the syrup in an attempt to properly drown them. He pours Brendon a glass of milk as an afterthought and heads upstairs with the food, pausing halfway to crack up at Jon's cry of outrage when Nicole beats Nik out for the title.
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Ryan is kind of a huge cockblock. Sure, he says it's time to buckle down on the album and that he's in the zone and they need to come together creatively, but Spencer is pretty sure Ryan just hates him and wants him to be unhappy. For the past few days Spencer has barely gotten to sleep, much less have lots and lots of awesome sex now that he knows he can control himself around Brendon. Aside from a few half-asleep handjobs, the only time Spencer gets to be alone with Brendon is when they stumble into bed at night and fall asleep within minutes.
Spencer had started out the day on a high note, thanks to an unexpected and completely awesome surprise in-shower blowjob, but because Ryan hates him, he manages to ruin that too. Ryan rushes them all into the practice space to see something he wrote the night before, and Spencer can feel Ryan judging him when Brendon tries to sing a few lines and his voice is hoarse, low and rough from having Spencer's cock in his mouth half an hour earlier. Brendon breaks apologetically to cough and get a drink of water, and Ryan pulls Spencer aside.
"Why do you hate my band?" Ryan hisses.
"Our band."
"Why do you hate the band?"
"Oh, come off it, Ryan," Spencer says, trying not yell at Ryan despite how frustrated he feels. "We've been working nonstop for five of the six days Brendon and I have been together," Spencer says, brushing his hair out of his face. He's blushing, just a little bit, but when he looks off to the side, Jon gives him an apologetic shrug. "You're lucky we showed up at all," he grumbles when Ryan just gives him a blank stare.
"Sex, Ryan," Brendon says from behind them. "We want to be having sex, not spending every free moment in the studio."
"I already let you have sex," Ryan says. "Now it's time to make an album."
"How very fucking kind of you," Spencer says. "Now come the fuck on and let's practice, since you dragged us here anyway, before you get distracted and decide we need another week-long break so you can harness your chi."
"I needed to find inspiration, not harness my chi, dickhead," Ryan snaps, stalking back over to his guitar.
Brendon throws Spencer a concerned look when he heads back to his kit, but Spencer just shrugs at him and pointedly ignores Ryan until it's time to count them in.
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Spencer's still wound up and more than a little angry when they call it a night, and Brendon making pouty, concerned faces at him from across the room as he paces is not helping.
"It's just fucking hypocritical, is what it is," Spencer says. "How many times has he fucked off on band stuff for a girl?"
"Lots and lots of times, Spence," Brendon says.
"If he has a problem, he needs to be a grownup and talk to me about it, not try to ruin my life," Spencer says. He's panting at the end of it, his hands clenched by his sides, and he backs away a little when Brendon walks toward him.
"Uh uh," Brendon says, shoving at his shoulder, "C'mon, sit down."
Spencer lets Brendon tug him over to the bed and settles onto the floor in front of it when Brendon pushes at his shoulders. Brendon sits behind him on the bed and starts rubbing at his tense shoulders, sticking his feet on top of Spencer's thighs in the process.
"Your feet are cold," Spencer says, dropping his head so Brendon can get at his neck.
"I know," Brendon says, "that's why they're on you. You're like a furnace. A tense, grumbly furnace."
Spencer laughs weakly and grabs Brendon's feet, squeezing at them before he starts to rub.
"This is an ingenious system," Brendon says. "I get foot rubs while you get a neck rub. This is going to cut our time in half."
Spencer turns his head and kisses at Brendon's knee, resting his head there so Brendon can get at the bunched up muscle in his shoulder.
"You know Ryan gave me a talk, right? After he caught us that time?" Brendon says after a few minutes. "It was adorable, all about how you're a very special boy and you don't give your heart away easily and I should cradle it like a crystal dove."
"I... what?" Spencer says. He's not sure where to start.
"He was very high at the time," Brendon clarifies. "But the point is, I think maybe he's a little protective, is all. It's kind of sweet."
"It's not sweet, it's fucking absurd," Spencer says. "Why the hell would he even think he had the right--"
"Because you two have been friends since, like, the womb?" Brendon says, digging his thumbs into the nape of Spencer's neck just right. "I'm just saying, first the werewolf thing and now us. It's a lot of change in a little bit of time. The only way this could be worse for him is if we brought a new baby into the house or something. Just let him be a dick for a little while, and he'll get over it."
"Stop being right," Spencer says grumpily.
"Impossible," Brendon says, flexing his toes in Spencer's grip. "Now come on, I'm tired. Sleep time."
"Filthy sex time, you mean?" Spencer asks, craning his neck back to look up at Brendon, but he kind of ruins it by yawning halfway through.
"Sleep," Brendon says, rolling his eyes and leaning down to kiss Spencer's forehead. Spencer lets go of Brendon's feet with a sigh and gets to his feet, watching intently as Brendon strips off his clothes for bed. "Sleep," Brendon repeats when he notices Spencer staring.
"No, really," Spencer says as he throws his clothes on the floor, "are you all conspiring to make me miserable?"
"It's a total conspiracy theory," Brendon says with a yawn, climbing under the covers and reaching over to switch off the lamp. "We're all out to get you."
Brendon pats the bed and Spencer crawls in behind him, spooning up close until he's pressed all along Brendon's back with his nose pressed in under Brendon's ear. "I knew it," Spencer says, pressing his hand to Brendon's stomach.
Brendon makes a grumbly, sleepy noise in return, and Spencer presses his lips to Brendon's neck softly before breathing in deep and closing his eyes.
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Spencer's already in the kitchen when Ryan comes stumbling down the stairs at the smell of coffee. Spencer holds out his cup automatically when Ryan reaches out for it, and Ryan takes a big swallow, just like always, and then hisses and sticks his burnt tongue out, just like always.
"You never learn," Spencer says.
"You always hand me hot coffee," Ryan says. He stands there for a second, simultaneously trying to stick his tongue out and blow on it, and Spencer cracks up, bending over in half and holding his stomach.
"Shut up," Ryan says. "It's harder to apologize to you when you're laughing at me."
"Oh, is that what you were trying to do?" Spencer says once he gets his breathing back under control.
"Jon pointed out that I was possibly being a dick," Ryan says sheepishly.
"Maybe a little," Spencer says. "But, I mean, it was pretty important that we practice that song you had one verse and a guitar riff for."
"No, seriously, shut up before I stop being nice," Ryan says. "Jon and I are going to see a movie in town, and then we're going to go to the music store, and then we're having dinner, and then we're picking up groceries."
"Aww, that sounds like a lovely date," Spencer says, grinning.
"Oh my god, shut up and go have a lot of sex while we're gone, okay? Maybe you'll be in a better mood." Ryan grabs Spencer's mug off the counter as he turns to go upstairs, throwing a victorious look over his shoulder. "I'm taking this."
"Just remember, Ryan, you don't have to put out if he buys dinner!" Spencer calls out after him.
"I hope your dick falls off," Ryan grumbles.
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